Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

Arthur was standing by his workbench, his back to me as he guided a long plank of cedar through his planer. The machine made a high, steady whine, sending a cloud of fragrant pink shavings into the air.

I did not speak, moving quietly to the corner of the room where a three-legged wooden stool sat near the stove. I sat down, pulling my coat tighter continue reading …